Omar Al-Abdallat - بس انا والعود وثالثنا القمر Bas Ana Wal3ood W Thalethna Al Gamar versuri traducere în engleză
Just me, My Oud and The Moon is our Third Companion
Oh people who are afflicted with love
Be patient and endure love
Don't reveal the secrets
Be patient and withstand your affliction
It is just me and my oud
And the moon is our third
We don't sleep the night
We spend it staying up
My oud has been drinking from the chalice of patience
And no one like me swims in the sea of love
Every fire is nothing to me compared to the flames of my lover
And every malady has a remedy
except the flames of passion, I don't think they could heal
The poison of my love courses amid my bones
Oh my darling, I am in danger
And you look at me cluelessly
And why would the union of love turn into abandonment?
It is such a shame that you sever the ropes of hope
I cry and complain
And love is full of pain
Oh how I yearn
And the moon has memorized my tune..
Love has never smiled to me even once
Oh and why do I stay up?
Oh love, and why do others get to sleep?
It is just me and my oud
And the moon is our third
We don't sleep the night
We spend it staying up
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
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